Because I can, this is in Grimmjow's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

I opened my eyes and squinted at the sunlight filtering in through the drawn curtains. I rolled over and yawned widely, before a slight sound caught my attention. I could hear the shower running and smirked.

Kurosaki Ichigo had always been something of an oddity. First off, he had orange hair and a spunky attitude, which is not your average professor type. Second (although this isn't actually very odd) he was fucking hot.

First time I saw him, I thought he was a student. It wasn't until he walked into my class on the second day of college that I realized he was a teacher. Not that I cared anyway.

Damn, he was a good fuck...

Pretending to be drunk last night was probably one of the damn best brainwaves I had ever got, and that is saying something. I have the most amazing brain, something even Kurosaki admits when he's not busy being a tight-ass(no pun intended).

Just thinking about his ass gives me a hard-on. I'm surprised he can still make it to the shower after last night. I must've not fucked him hard enough.

It's time to fix that. I can hear his footsteps coming towards the room; so I reach for my handphone.

Kurosaki walks in, limping slightly, a towel wrapped around his waist like last night. He sees I'm awake and stops.

"Grimmjow," he says, his voice hoarse. Probably from all the screaming he did when I was fucking him.

I smirk at him. "Hey, professor."

"Get out."

I can hardly say I'm surprised. After all, I practically raped him last night.

"It's too bad, professor. Here I was hoping you could help me with a little problem." I get up, the sheets sliding off me, and walk towards him, stark naked. His eyes widen when he sees my hard dick and he backs off, scowling.

"Get out, Grimmjow."

It wasn't very hard to overpower him, although he did put up a bit of a struggle.

"You know," I mutter into his ear, "It'd probably be better for you if you stopped struggling so much."

He gasped and twisted underneath me. "You're... you're my student, for God's sake! This is... ahhh..."

"Wrong?" I pump his erection, painfully slow.

"You could... could get... ahh... kicked out of college..."

"Doesn't matter," I laughed. "There's a zillion colleges out there."

"You-fuck!" He twisted against his bonds, this time a leather belt that I snatched off a chair. "Let me out of these!"

"Sure," I leaned back and grinned down at him, "if you ride me."

He groaned, arching. "I'm not that desperate."

"I'm sure you're not," I hummed, releasing his dick and sat back against the wall, my raging erection poking up between my legs. "Come on. Be a good boy and I'll untie you."

He just stared at me awhile before finally crawling over, an amazing feat considering his bound hands. Thinning his lips, he straddled my hips before lining up his entrance with my dick.

"Fuck," I hissed as he pushed himself down slowly. He himself gave a gasp as his muscles clamped down on me and he struggled to accomodate.

"Why," he panted, "why are you so, ughh... so big?"

Slowly, painfully, he slid down onto me, his muscles screaming and protesting at the intrusion. He threw his head back and inhaled through his teeth when I was finally in him up to the hilt.

I smirked as I grabbed his hips, raised them and slammed him back down on my cock, reveling in the pained gasps. He clenched his teeth as he rode the alternating waves of agony and ecstasy. "Why are you so tight?"

"Fuck you."

"Already am."

"Release me," he panted, pushing his arms against my chest. I frowned but did as his said, groaning as he clenched his ass around me. You have no idea how much I love fucking his perfect ass.

As soon as he's free, he does something that surprises me. He grips my shoulders and starts slamming himself down me, moaning wantonly. I drag my nails down his back, smiling as he hisses in pain. As if in retaliation, he thrusts himself deeper onto me, clenching his teeth and laughing brokenly as I moan. "Like it?"

I push him back, until his back hits the floor. Instantly he wraps his legs around my waist and forces me in deeper with each thrust. "God, Grimmjow," he gasps.

"Slut," I groaned, watching his face twist into a mix of pain and pleasure. He's shuddering and shaking, his breathing erratic and it's clear he's going to break soon. I grab his dick and start jerking it. I drive myself into him, deeper and harder, and he cries out in pain, and then he's coming, hard, semen spurting onto my chest as his walls tighten and oh-my-God, he's just too tight. He's screaming himself hoarse but I don't give two shits.

I flip him over and grips his slender hips. For a grown man, he has a very thin frame, and he's shorter than me. Unmindful of his strangled whimpers, I slam harshly into him, desperate to find release. He's so tight that I know I can't last long.

It doesn't take long before I come, spilling into him, and I see him shudder reflexively.

I slump down on him, not bothering to pull out. We just lie there on the floor, catching our breath.

About ten minutes later, the doorbell rings.

Ichigo's head shoots up in a panic. "Shit!" he hisses. "That's my family!"

"So what?" I finally pull out of him, scrunching up my face at the mess we have become. "They give a shit about what you've been doing?"

"Damn you." He struggles to his feet, limping slightly, and rummages in the closet for clothes. The doorbell rings again and a clear female voice calls out, "Ichi-nii! You there? It's us!"

I grin at him. "Girlfriend?"

"My sister, you damn idiot. Get out of here! They can't see you."

I get to my feet. "Maybe."

His eyes widen. "What do you mean, 'maybe'? What am I going to tell them?"

"Well, Kurosaki, lookey here." I grab my phone, press a few buttons and push it into his face. He watches uncomprehendingly for a few seconds before realization strikes him. "What the hell, Grimmjow? Is that a videotape?!?"

"Ichi-nii!"

"Your sister's sounding a little concerned down there," I said, grinning.

He scowls at me. He's so damn sexy when he scowls. Then he sighs.

"Alright, Grimmjow. What do you want? Extra marks? No detention?"

"You're so naive, professor Kurosaki."

He stares at me. I wait. Dumb shithead is so slow sometimes.

"Surely not," he says slowly. "If you think I'm fucking you again-"

"Sure you will," I grin. "After all, if you don't want to, I have this nifty little video to show exactly what you've been doing in your spare time."

"It was forced!"

"Who's going to believe that?" He flushes an angry red when I say that.

"Ichi-nii, if you don't open up Dad will bust the door down!" a different voice rings out clearly. Still a girl, but sounding more boyish.

"Coming, Karin," he yells out while glaring at me.

I reach for a pad of paper and scribble something on it. "My address," I tell him, slapping the pad on the table. "10 o'clock tonight. If not, well..." I waggle the phone and laugh at his livid expression. "I've got plenty of classmates."

I don't give him time to decide. "You think about it, Kurosaki. Later."

Ichigo's POV

I stumble downstairs, fully dressed, cursing slightly at the ache and general soreness in my body. Grimmjow had somehow dissapeared, as I glanced around the house he was nowhere to be seen. A positive development, although it wasn't the end of my problems.

I open the door to my family's concerned expressions, duck my father's attack with some difficulty and greet my sisters. "What took you so long, Ichi-nii?" Yuzu looks very worried.

I smile at her.

"Nothing, Yuzu. I was busy."

I swore I heard him laughing.

AU: Short chapter. The him in the last sentence is Grimmjow, not Hichigo. Just to clear things up.

I wanted to keep the whole thing in Grimmjow's POV, but felt that it would be rather 'hanging' if I didn't finish it off with Ichigo's POV. What do you think?

Review, please. And thank you for reading.